Pallbearers

We, the Lin family, are ancestral coffin bearers. This is not a job of making money, but a daily responsibility. Before he died, my grandfather held my hand tightly and said: "Mowa, remember, we are not carrying a dead person, but a hurdle in the heart of a living person, a knot that has not been untied, a curse that can kill people!" I didn't understand until the day I carried his coffin. The newly kneaded beef tendon and hemp rope broke without warning, and a "dong... Dong..." Knocking sound came from the heavy coffin. The funeral procession was so frightened that they all said that grandpa's body had been blown up. Only when I put my ear to the coffin lid, I "heard" the image he left behind - a dark cellar dripping with water. At that moment, I realized that my grandfather did not want me to inherit this craft, but to take over this responsibility, abide by the rules of the village, and get rid of those evil things that science cannot control. If the dead do not rest in peace, the living will suffer. Why does the floating corpse in the river have its eyes open? For whom does the suona sound in the middle of the night? What are the strangers looking for? One by one, they all point to a terrorist organization that is trying to erase the joys and sorrows of the world. They asked me, why should a coffin bearer block the road? Just because I have yin and yang on my shoulders and life and death on my feet, I can "read" the last thoughts left by the dead. My name is Lin Mo. I carry coffins for the living and for the dead - redress their grievances!